Up, up and away
In ballon full of hot air
Hanging from a hair
Up, up and away
No steering and no braking
Bravery faking
Up, up and away
Under ballon swinging high
Storm clouds coming nigh
Up, up and away
Fearsome lightning bolts flash by
Need help from on High
Up, up and away
Trying to hold breakfast in
Swaying in the wind
Up, up and away
Small box dangling in the wind
Need a Dramamine
Up, up and away
Pale and shaking in wet boots
Where’s a parachute
Up, up and away
First time is one time enough
This is scary stuff
Up, up and away
On the ground will always stay
Until dying day
Up, up and away
Forget it, here I will stay
You get underway
Up, up and away
No thanks, rather get my kicks
On Route Sixty-Six
Categories:
dramamine, fear, flying,
Form: Haiku
Waving goodbye we embarked onto the huge ship
Obviously not in ship shape because we both slipped
Raging waters made us both feel seasick
Later the dramamine kicked in a little bit
Drama on the high seas who would've guessed
Couple on board turned out to be pirate terrorists
Rounding everyone up and robbing all of us
Ultimately leaving on their accomplices boat in a rush
Irate my husband jumped overboard
Soon a life preserver got him safely moored
Ending our wild cruise by being on the nightly news.
9-26-17
Categories:
dramamine, adventure, boat, vacation,
Form: Acrostic
Ardent galleon cutting foamy high tide
Each sliver born to venture yet farther
Captain and lady, stout crew by their side,
Still hailed by stalled gray frigate in harbor
You’re bailing water again, foundering
Says the unsubtle, frantic semaphore
Wan efforts to stay afloat floundering
Desperate colors, guilt cannot ignore
Ours not the only ship with billowed sails
Sure hands ride in closer proximity
Yet only our craft you insist to hail
Another failure for your litany
Ere, as your crew, began my sailing craft
On fair seas, through inky nights’ frozen rain
How could I surmise, you color me daft,
My apprenticeship owes eternal chains?
Leaks in careworn hull not of our making
A Dramamine rerun, your sophistry
To sail in your wake, sadly mistaken
Your dry dock is not our trajectory
5/9/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
dramamine, allegory, boat, sea,
Form: Quatrain
Holiday Traveler
Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to
adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME.
Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome.
The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine
in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome
depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators
in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the
certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport
and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge
cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the
oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple
seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot
upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November
usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come.
Holiday Traveler
Categories:
dramamine, angst, anniversary, natural disasters,
Form: Free verse